A Wish to Grab Happiness

When Richard returned to the commander's office in the barracks, he first and foremost ran a pen on the parchment order.

Normally I don't want to use a luxury item called parchment paper for one order, but I can't do all this verbally.

After a while, a shadow fell on Richard's vision, who ran the letters cleverly with his arms. I can tell someone is taking a dignified peek into himself and the parchment.

As Richard continues to run the ink without even giving it a face, the shadow speaks out not only to say that he has boiled the business.

"Battalion Captain! Did you talk about it? Naturally, you made the other party make a concession!

Deputy Naimar. The voice is powerful, and the wind does not allow me to say whether or not so. How many lieutenants would have spoken like this to their superiors? At least Richard doesn't know anything but Neymar.

Richard nods and answers without even paying attention.

"Oh, it fits all round. It's all right. And I've decided on my belly."

said Richard in the same condition as tapping lightly. Naimar hears only the words, loosens his cheeks and holds his hands. And he raised his proud voice and made him jump the sword at his waist.

What comes out of his mouth is like a compliment to Richard, and that's a pretty sloppy word for what's in Richard's head.

Apparently, Naimar mistakenly assumed that the captain had argued with the crest over the possession of the King's capital, and that was how he had won.

But that doesn't make sense either. Richard didn't even tell Neymar that he had a shard in his belly. No, he didn't tell anyone on his side.

So she's going to hear it for the first time.

Richard wrote up the order on parchment and then called Namar's name. Three braided hairs stroke her shoulder.

"Neymar - I've decided to be a belly. Tie hands with the crest religion and stand up for that princess"

After scratching and telling Rugis the gist of what he had told him, Richard gave instructions to gather the troop leaders and soldiers. Take the order for it into Namar's hands.

For a few moments, silent exhalation was leaking indoors. It's as if all the noise has been sucked into the dead snow.

But next, Neymar opens his mouth with an eruption of passion. The words were strong, and the flames of connection were even the momentum of Mr. Lamp.

"Are you kidding me, Captain? Jokes also have something of good nature and an abomination that rots your lips! Now you know what you're talking about!

Because of his youthfulness, Naimar had no idea how to describe the anger that was now flowing all wild in him, even as he shouted.

Should I put it out in words, or should I represent it in action now?

How do you most appropriately react to Richard's words? Neymar's thoughts wrap around a vortex of confusion over the rest.

That's why she decided to follow her own lead. My left hand rests on my lower back sword. Richard keeps his arm thrown out on the dock. Normally, if it is only this time, even if it is no match, then Sword Speed will prevail. I can outdo him.

Neymar decided on his mind. In the unlikely event that Richard makes an inadvertent move, he scratches it and pushes it back. The same is true even if the illustration that came out of its mouth is contrary to the Kingdom of Garrist.

A proud nobleman whose name is Naimar, whose family Gloria is a tremendous regional nobleman, but who nevertheless pledges allegiance to the kingdom and seals the territory. There is no way that the nobles could flip the flag against the king, even if it were between them.

Neymar noticed that he was feeding his teeth so much that he seemed to bleed out of his lips. Please don't say anything strange. I hoped so in my chest.

Richard opens his mouth to sigh slowly.

"You know how Garrist did it?

"... is, no?

That didn't apply to any of the answers Naymar had in mind. The exhalation I had for my mouth came out of the gap between my teeth unknowingly.

Naymar jumped up his eyebrows as he heard the tooth rubbing overlapping.

"It would be obvious. King's capital of the Altian unified empire, that is the formation of this Garrist kingdom, the testament left that is the descendant of our greatest empire"

An era once created by its original ancestor Altia and in which man was fully glorified with his glory.

Elizaldo in the South, Volvato in the East, all the way to the Western countries. Since all of that was the imprint of the Unified Empire, this king's capital was the center of the world.

It is only then that those in the Garrist kingdom still dream of its greatest imprint. Believe yourself to be descended from a great empire.

Right, Richard answers Neymar with a smug voice. The voice was not his at all times. Naimar sounded like a tired human voice, not a voice with core strength.

But the next step, Richard says, is to include heavy colors that have increased from time to time.

"- Then why did the king of his descendants flee, sweating like a demon, wrapping his tail around him?

What I associate from my voice is a dim color, a strong emotion that boils from the bottom of the earth that way. Naimar was sweating naggingly forgetting that he was indignant.

Sometimes my superiors, not knowing how far I meant it and never trying to show me the back, were now clearly revealing their emotions and exhaling. The tone is also somewhere steeper than usual.

"… for His Majesty's sudden change of condition and for the protection of the State. You'll have no choice."

Jianmae was out of her mouth at some point. Say something, I can't stand very well. The air itself stretches out and tends to Neymar's shoulders and back as if it had been accompanied by weight.

"Protecting the state, no? Say your bedtime words when you're asleep. Not anymore."

Richard gave a harmonious expression and purposefully rang his throat and said. It also seemed to curse someone and to contain a self-inflicted connotation.

"There's no way there's a future in a country where the Wang Du has fallen. That doesn't follow the fire on the walls, either. Without fighting, the king and the national army fled to the north. Hey, think about it, Neymar. The people of the king's capital will never cheer on King Amerites again."

Still, if King Amerites commanded an immediate army and recaptured the king's capital from the demons. It was possible to recover as much as possible.

How smarter you are than scattering yourself in a battle you can't win. The voice of resentment remains so deeply rooted, that it is nevertheless all sumptuous before the light of victory and glory.

Victory was what glory was all about. All uncleanness, irrationality and treachery are affirmed. Every justice and truth is dew and vanishing before defeat.

Some kings once lost much of their land and painted it with shame, but after time they accomplished the recovery of their loss and left their names for future generations.

But now it was as if things were different. Richard poisons himself in the chest wondering if such a salvation could be desired.

The demon who invaded the king's capital was slashed down by a hero, and the people were liberated by his hand. Whatever the background may be, a young hero fought an old king and demon who fled to the north. Which side will the people of the king's capital take?

I no longer have to ask.

Richard sat deeply in the chair, leaking his exhale. I feel the emotions creeping up from the bottom of my belly coming out of there zero.

Richard was well aware that the judgment he had made was not easily accepted by the deputy in front of him. This godchild, unlike the other one, is terribly honest. I don't know that much about twisting.

So you've never thought about turning the opposite against the royal family, etc. Speaking of which, Richard thinks he had a time like this.

There was a time when I believed in the Royal Family as great beings. Until I know who it is, it's just dirt.

Richard took out another parchment and threw it at Neymar. Naymar opens his eyes for a moment and receives it. The temper of no longer waving the sword had disappeared somewhere.

This, and Neymar's mouth moves.

"This country is already dead. But if you look at the body and you don't abandon it, that's good too."

It was written to Valerie about the backdrop of the matter. They would use Neymar a lot if they read it.

I cut the rudder. I don't know if there's a big storm ahead, or if the bottom of the earth is waiting with its mouth open. Richard was not inclined to attach Neymar to such a reckless journey.

If they say it's insane, maybe it is.

But even if I was alone, I believed that it was worth enough to bet. Then someone has to. There are too few allies around that.

If everything you think was a mistake. Brotherhood Valerie-Brightness. That's how the Lord Roimets-Fomor will eventually crush himself and accomplish things.

The path to an end has never crossed many. Richard narrowed his eyes and placed his arm on the desk.

In front of him, Neymar leans his gaze on parchment to his hand. Stare back at the parchment and the face of your superior officer a few times. Then I opened my mouth.

"What is the purpose of the battalion captain? With what, when the king flies an anti-flag..."

Richard said under the guise of a wind that was nothing. White hair shakes slightly deeper into the shadows.

"- The person who will be my Lord should be at least greater than me. Isn't that enough?"